Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Where I Admit to Being an Alien
I am not your average human being. In fact, I am not even human. Period. I believed from the time of being an adolescent that I am not. From. This. Planet.
What. What??? Is this unusual? Ok. Not for the age. Most 13 year olds feel like aliens. But I never stopped feeling this way. Why?
Because I love people so…thoroughly.
I love people for their flaws. I’m not kidding. I love people for what they struggle at and what they strive tone better in. I love people for how they are disappointed in themselves and their lives…not in like an evil “ha ha” way, but in a kind of “hey, do you need someoneo believe in you?” kinda way. I guess I love people for their humanity.
I love the possiblity of someone needing me. I love helping when I can.
When I was in 7th grade, that trait got me in trouble and Joy Lacey spread a rumor that I tried to buy my friends because I gave her my extra pencil case on the day that hers broke and she had no extra one.
(Pre) Teenage girls are SO MEAN.
But I survived. And you know what I still do? Give away my extra pencil cases.
Ok. So giving away extra pencil cases is a metaphor for helping people.
It’s selfish though. Don’t think I’m helping you because I want YOU to feel good. OH NO. It’s that *I* want to feel good. About *me.* And it makes me feel good about MYSELF to bring a smile to YOUR face.
Ok. Maybe it’s more about you. Don’t get too excited. Lol.
I love people I’ve never met in real life. I’d trust them with my personal belongings, identity, CHILDREN…
I want to serve these people, my friends and my family.
I am so grateful for EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. That I am able to do that….serve. And love. I guess I just figure there are enough people out there that are fair weather friends. It’s easy when it’s easy. I just don’t mind when it’s not.
Yup. Love. Serve. Love. These. Words.